Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Inside the temporarily allocated room in the Siviras Field.

Klein scrutinized the information that the Church had just sorted out from Andrellard's mouth, frowning, while his two companions leaned to the side, chasing their own affairs.

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After a few symbolic knocks on the door, Sost pushed the door open, looked at Dunn who was leaning against the window to extinguish his cigarette, turned to Leonard and said:

"Your mission is over."

He took out a few pages from the document in his arms, with a map in it, and handed it to Leonard.

"This is the sewer map of the Backlund Bridge area. Next, we and the Heart of Machinery will divide into several teams to investigate the cross-shaped sewer hub."

Looking at Leonard with a serious face, Soest quickly swept over Klein and Dunn in the distance, and nodded slightly:

"Considering the particularity of your team, you are only responsible for a few hubs on the border of Backlund Bridge. If you find anything, you can directly pray to the Archbishop."

Praying to the Archbishop?

Klein and Dunn looked at each other and frowned in unison.

After telling Leonard a few more words, Sost, who was about to leave, suddenly turned his head again, as if remembering something, looked at Klein and said:

"Detective Moriarty, someone wants to see you."

......

In the corridor, Sost, who had closed the door, looked at Klein, who was following behind him, and thoughtfully:

"Detective Moriarty, do you know Prince Edsark?"

Prince Edsack is looking for me at this time?

There was a hint of alertness in his eyes, and Klein nodded.

"Because of some eucalyptus, I was fortunate enough to know His Royal Highness the prince."

Saying that, he couldn't help clenching his cane, and the "substitute" on his right hand changed to a state to be activated.

Considering the relationship between the prince and the mysterious existence suspected of Fabti, the other party looked for him at this time, giving him an ominous foreboding.

"Don't be too nervous." Soest glanced at him.

"It's just that the prince's steward wants to see you, and the Archbishop is here too."

The archbishop of the goddess is also here... Klein's expression softened, he nodded slowly, followed Soest into a closed room, and took advantage of the situation to suppress the "substitute" that was about to move.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty."

In the room, the middle-aged and elderly gentleman who had met once looked at Klein with a formulaic smile on the corner of his mouth.

At his signal, Soest exited the room, leaving the space for the two of them temporarily.

"I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, I hope it didn't cause you any trouble." The old housekeeper bowed slightly without losing his identity.

Your coming to see me is the biggest trouble... Klein looked at the other party's poker face, and quickly came up with a set of words in his mind.

"It is my honor to work for His Royal Highness, and I have received a lot of help from His Royal Highness before."

The old butler smiled politely, then put on a heavy expression, and continued unwaveringly:

"A friend of His Royal Highness recently returned to the Lord's kingdom of God, and he is suspected of being persecuted by the 'devil'."

Don't be that the prince's own hand has not been noticed... Klein's nerves suddenly tense, and he controls his expression to pretend to be a pained look.

"It's really unfortunate news, I've seen too many people killed by 'devil' these days."

Klein familiarly pointed out the triangular holy emblem of the God of Steam and Machinery on his chest, cleverly avoiding the butler's suggestion.

What a joke, at this time, I took the initiative to come to the prince's side, maybe the next victim to be targeted by the "devil" is myself.

He is now joining the investigation as an informant. As long as he continues to stay in the investigation team, even the royal family may not dare to openly ask for someone from the church, not to mention that the archbishop of the goddess has also joined the action.

"So His Royal Highness hopes that you can find out the murderer by the way in the process of investigating the 'devil'."

The old butler took Klein's attitude into his eyes and didn't force it on purpose.

Next, he briefly introduced what happened to the victim, and emphasized that since MI9 had not completed the autopsy, Klein could only return home later to receive the flesh and hair on the victim.

In the end, the butler also humanely hinted that Prince Edsack would provide a generous reward.

"By the way, I heard something just now." The old butler changed his tone and mentioned in a casual tone, "The archbishop of the church has begun to personally take charge of this operation, and you informants should soon retreat to the second line. Being ordered to withdraw from the investigation team is also for your protection."

After explaining all the instructions, the butler who always maintained the dignity of the noble bid farewell to Klein, turned around and pushed the door out, leaving only Klein silently watching the door he left, with a complicated look in his eyes.

......

In the underground water channel, the "Ancient Demon" hanging upside down on the ceiling watched the egg that was about to break, and the eyes that reflected Roshan's "Lair" faithfully fed back the situation here to his monarch.

Sitting on the hired carriage, Fabuti closed his eyes and opened his eyes suddenly. The sharp vertical boy turned into a mesh. With the help of the visual network all over the city, he conveyed his thoughts to everyone who surrendered to the "devil". The "devil" at the feet of the king.

In front of the luxurious garden house in the Backlund Bridge District, near the dock area in the East District, and in the dense sewer grid under the feet of the Seed of Order, there are ferocious "devil" dogs, dead-faced female angels, and more The "ancient demon" was waiting, silently licking his lips, malice and madness almost overflowing his eyes.

The disaster of Backlund is about to begin.

......

On the outskirts of Backlund, in the underground ruins of the Quaternary Epoch.

"Desperate Nightingale" Panathia walked out of Ince Zangwill's room with lazy steps.

The current head of the Witch Sect on the face of Backlund has just decided the final script with the current owner of 0-08.

Under the acceleration of various irresistible factors, whether it is the "ancient demon" that suddenly appeared, or the rapid retreat of the Aurora Society, withdrawing halfway without reason, the plans designated by them and the Loen royal family must be accelerated to achieve the established Target.

And there is that highness of unknown origin... Panathia, who had just finished enjoying the joy, suddenly felt a chill on her body, her laziness disappeared in an instant, and it was replaced by extreme tension.

Although it is also related to the "witch", the attitude of "prime" towards that highness is completely different from that of the angels in the sect, and even tacitly agreed to help the highness to restore his strength to the greatest extent, so that it should have been not long after Panathia, the protagonist of the Great Smog, became a foil instead.

After sorting out all the confusion in his head, the demigod returned to his own room, and unsurprisingly saw the elusive His Highness.

"His Royal Highness Treville."

Panathia, regardless of her evening dress, knelt down on one knee in a manner similar to that of a knight, and did not dare to look directly at the beauty in front of her.

"Have you determined the 'script'?"

Charle Tamara Treville's sweet and ethereal voice echoed through the stone house, brushing Pannatia's skin with substance.

"Yes." Pannatia restrained the pain in her forehead, and the gradually thick hair tips tended to evolve towards snakes.

"According to the advice of the Loen royal family, we will start a heavy smog on the night when the 'devil' starts a riot."

Xia Lu frowned, "Augustus are afraid of the night and the storm god?"

"Yes." Panatia nodded lightly, her charming face wrinkled in pain.

After getting an accurate response, there was only the sound of Xia Lu pacing in the hut for a while.

This "Mist of Uncertainty" puppet silently weighs the current situation, and strange and mysterious patterns are constantly floating under the plain white robe.

Although she was able to recover to the level of Sequence Two after temporarily forming an alliance with Chik, she could even wrestle with ordinary Sequence Angels through the suppression of her personality, but in front of the true God who has mastered uniqueness, she still did not resist. 's spare capacity.

And the Augustus brought the smog to the aftermath of the "devil" turmoil, so they also meant to guard against me... After all, the "Hand of Order" and "Prince Killing" should have already felt the body The breath of...

If the "devil"'s actions are carried out smoothly, it will definitely attract the attention of the night and the storm. If Fabti chooses to show up and take the risk to hold sacrifices, it is not impossible to attract the gods... At this time as planned Although the true gods who acquiesced in the appearance of the new "Dark Emperor" will not target Augustus, they will definitely be happy to completely erase this body, so as to prevent the power of the old days from infiltrating the interior of the barrier in advance... ..

Thinking of this, Xia Lu couldn't help frowning.

After encountering the original "Lord of Mysteries", the ontology has already lost one Origin Essence and two Sequence One characteristics. If it weren't for the special power of authority, many of the old days outside the barrier would not have rejected it. One Origin Supplements itself.

The seven gods have the energy to suppress their own energy, it is better to be more distracted to suppress the forces of "Fallen Mother God" and "Desire Mother Tree", they can almost still maintain a complete personality.

"Big smog..." Xia Lu stared into the distance, her sight penetrated the distance and merged with another blood red.

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"Detective Moriarty!"

After meeting with the prince's housekeeper, Klein, who took a leave of absence and went home, looked at Yin En in a lot of energy and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"The Star Wants To Retire"

"How did you find this place?"

He did not reveal his detailed address to Yoon Eun.

The big boy looked around alertly, ducked into the house, waited for Klein to close the door, and then said in a low voice:

"It's Mr. Maric. He found me with the cipher text you gave him, and told me your address. I hope I can help him deliver the news."

Hearing Maric's name, Klein was relieved a lot, but still a little surprised. He took the envelope in Yin En's hand, opened it in front of the assistant and read it.

As his gaze gradually lowered, Klein's brows became even tighter.

At the end of reading, he took a long breath.

With the help of the special "Wraith", Miss Sharon sensed the impending danger, and this danger came from the "ancient demons" entrenched in the ground!

Why are they involved everywhere... Klein looked at the text message and was a little undecided for a while.

After hurriedly taking a few deep breaths, he carefully folded the letter, looked at Yin En again, and said:

"You move out of the East District next. Try not to go to the Backlund Bridge District. Some big things may happen there."

Ignoring Yin En, who was puzzled, Klein, who was so confused, let Yin En leave Minsk No. 17 first, so as not to happen to run into MI9 agents.

The situation is now, even if he knows a little secret, he can't start.

Ince Zangwill and the royal family are now in a partnership and still have 0-08 in hand, maybe I've re-entered his script, these things are so coincidental, it's like a deliberate rush together, it's impossible reaction.

Worryingly, Klein first took off the pendulum to determine whether the MI9 agents would come to the door for a while, then tightened the doors and windows and returned to the bedroom on the second floor, creating the illusion that he had rested, and walked four steps backwards to board. gray fog.

The spiritual body passed through the layers of ravings, and Klein, who had not been on the gray mist for a long time, glanced at him, and was attracted by the door between the illusion and the real on the long mottled table.

He looked at the ripples that kept swaying from the gap in the door, and looked at the bottom position suspiciously.

"Is this a sacrifice directed at you?"

He could feel that this unformed gate did not belong to anyone in the Tarot Club.

"No," "Mystery", who had not shown up in front of Klein for a long time, slightly shook his head, staring at the door with indifference, and said without emotion:

"It's the vampire trying to test my state."

A bad premonition crept into Klein's nerves. He suppressed the wry smile at the corner of his mouth and silently covered his cheeks.

No... it's that unlucky Emlyn...

He could see that UU reading www.uukanshu. com "Mystery" is in a bad mood right now, and after being reminded, he remembered that he did hear a strange prayer a day and a half ago.

"So, what state is he in now?"

Klein's spreading spirituality touched the door and cautiously asked "Mystery".

The dark eyes that were all black and dull swept away, and only stayed on Klein's face for a second.

"His spiritual body was detained by me in the layer of fog you usually pass through when you climb up the gray fog, and his body is still under the control of their blood race."

The gray fog I passed through?

Klein recalled the terrifying ravings before ascending the gray fog, his eyes suddenly widened, the non-stop spreading spirituality opened the illusory door, and at the same time magnified the gravitational force, trying to **** out Emlyn behind the door.

Emlyn himself is only at the level of Sequence Seven, and he just listened to the raving broadcast for a day and a half, wouldn't he have lost control?

He stared intently at the outline that was gradually becoming real in gray and white, counted his fingers on the "Dark Emperor" card, and was always ready to use his power to save people.

But it seems that luck is always in love with the fool.

After praying to the "God of Mysteries" for the 7000th time, Emlyn, who was beginning to lose his mind, finally saw hope.

He watched the closed bronze door slowly open, and an inexplicable suction pushed him into the magnificent palace-like palace of giants, and the only figure surrounded by the rolling gray mist attracted his full attention.

In front of this irresistible great aura, the dizziness caused by the weakness of the spiritual body was swept away, and the weak vampire tried his best to maintain the nobility that a "savior" should have, and lowered his head.

"Emlyn White, the immortal ancestor Lilith, greets you."

"The great 'mysterious god'."